One phone call can change everything.

It’s a sunny afternoon
and the curtains dance along with the rhythmic breeze.

I place a call to you to talk about work.
And we do,
until I head down another sinuous story that “reminds me of a time when…”
and lead us down a road of confession.

You talk about growing up country.
I talk about growing up city.

You are blonde and blue
I am brown with light brown and hazel hues.

You speak of connection
as we discuss our shared disconnection–
from our surroundings
from our co-workers
from our own manifestations of what we wish to be–

and yet I’m surprised
that you opened up to me
because you seemed so
self-assured
self-righteous
self-involved–

I’m glad you shared more of you.
This phone call changed everything I thought of you,
It changed everything I thought I knew.